There’s snow blown over their graves
Those braves who once stood here,
In these same hours
We now eliminate
Time before and time again
There will be such faithless men
Standing where their past has stood
Hiding from all men, the good
They cannot or will not accept
Let this be then, a lasting debt
To those small few
Be it snow or dew
Covers them now
Who made this heaven, or is it hell,
In which this life says
We will dwell